User blog comment:Biggren/The Silvir Conquest/@comment-7207319-20140610201540/@comment-3135907-20140730230133

Grist grunts in surprise as the staff slams into his face, then turns to face Astrix, rubbing his bruised jaw. "You little worm, you'll die slow for that." He begins to circle the squirrel, sword in paw, whilst the otter is busy fighting the remaining mouse.